| And as our song one last time shall rise
|
| So shall the dead — So shall the dead
|
| From all that’s dwelling below the skies
|
| Let the false heaven’s praise arise
|
| False salvation loud proclaim and shout for the joy of the false god’s name
|
| Blessed be the song of the fraud and the sham
|
| Blessed be the foul masquerade of the lamb
|
| Hosanna! |
| Behold the rise of an army of well-dressed anti-Christs
|
| And as the one torch at last shall burn
|
| So shall the flesh — So shall the tenets of the flesh
|
| So shall the doctne of the womb
|
| So shall the gospel of the birth
|
| So shall the promise of the Lord
|
| And as the first voice in war shall drown
|
| So shall the last — so shall the despair of the last
|
| And as his word now shall come alive
|
| So shall the dead — so shall the dead
|
| For all that’s dwelling below the skies
|
| That blind destruction that in us thrives
|
| Holy water upon the young and holy poison under the tongue
|
| Cherish the ashes, revere the dust
|
| Embrace the vows of the jewel wasp
|
| Hosanna, Stolen gospelshine — Hosanna to the false divine
|
| And as the one law at last shall fall
|
| So shall the flesh — so shall the tenets of the flesh
|
| So shall the doctrine of the womb
|
| So shall the gospel of the birth
|
| So shall the promise of the Lord
|
| So shall the blessings of the damned
|
| And as our psalms one last time shall roar
|
| So shall our doom — So shall the trumpets of our doom |